Friday, December 23, 2016

The Process of Changing the Process.



When I wrote my first book it was a roller coaster ride.  I was so productive but nothing other than writing was ever accomplished.  For some time now I've been scared to death to get into that again, letting my life fall by the wayside as I write. For some reason I thought that was the process,  the only process that would work for me. So, I need a period of six months to do nothing but write. Now that I think about it that's crazy. I have children, a husband, other commitments.  Lately, however, I've been trying something completely different and it's working.

 I set a goal. 1000 words per day every day of the week, weekends if I can but without pressure.  Nothing comes before that and if I have to do a morning appointment, I'll do it and write later.  But I'm booking things around my "job" now after all, that's what people employed by others have to do. This is my work, I have to treat it as such.  I have allowed myself to not write on holidays and weekends because they're so challenging but I am trying to do it if I get up before the girls. Now a second thing has happened. I write, no matter if I'm stuck or not. In fact I've got four projects on the go, that are in different phases so that I have something to write. One is well underway and looks to be the first in line for completion, The other two are also romances that I work on as well

The fourth is a completely different sort of project, a short story collection needs research so I'll do the research at times when writing isn't so easy, it is just reading and taking notes after all, and promotion occurs in between times. So when I'm truly not able to do either. And it's working. I cannot remember when I've been more productive. Last week I wrote at least 20,000 words, on two of my projects, moving one into the midpoint that I always find so daunting, when things change and move forward, the part that causes me to lose focus because it requires some inspiration and focus.

The best part is that I'm living life. The house is semi-clean, I eat fairly regularly and things are not crazy and hectic from day and night marathon writing session.   After Christmas I plan to work full time but cutting myself some slack I've made the remainder of this year about working part-time, and 1000 words per day which morphs into thousands more once I get into the rhythm, is a good goal.

Today I broke the 5000 word mark and it's not even noon.  I've learned that I can do it if I choose.  And that four works in progress is fine.  Plus I still have the entire afternoon and evening to get some Christmas stuff done. No excerpts from either book yet but the photo above will give you an indication of the heat level of my latest project. It's going to singe your eyebrows and leave you wanting more...more of my romance stories or more of something else...wait and see... Romantically yours... C

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Holiday Hearts; A Christmas Romance Anthology!

Very Proud of this Project!


It is almost Christmas!  And this year we have a bit of snow here on our beautiful shores.  Our family is in a new home that is undergoing renovations, I am  just back from a long vacation-over three weeks away in Ontario and then Florida-and now I'm pumped up on Vitamin D and ready for the winter!  And I'm re-committing to my writing with a series of short stories to kick things off mid-winter!  But first, an anthology!

I want to let you all know about the above book, an anthology of Christmas Romance that I'm certain you will enjoy a great deal! Grab your beverage of choice, bundle under some blankets, turn on the tree lights, fire up the e-reader and enjoy some incredible escapism from some very fine authors.

Romance is a new genre for me but it is so fun! My story is called Seasons of Love and is an easy and quick escape into the lives of two people caught up in feelings that are not appropriate but oh so very real and strong.  Buy it on Amazon iTunes Books or Kobo for only $2.99 and please leave a review after you've panted through it! 

A bit about my story in the anthology.

 SEASONS OF LOVE-CAROLYN R. PARSONS

Isolated on her little point of land in a tiny town, Donna is delighted when the house next door is sold. But when the very married William Gage arrives alone sparks fly as they figure out the boundaries of their properties and their friendship. Will she give in to temptation and sample some pre-Christmas treats before his wife arrives?


Also here is a  video excerpt from the story 

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Happy Holidays everyone;

Carolyn

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Come From Away~A Few Thoughts. (Spoiler Alert)



In a world where horror is often the predominant televised experience, where humans commit atrocities against humans for the flimsiest of excuses-a different religion, appearance, gender, sexual orientation, passion, revenge and general hate--and for this continent, our shared experience of on September eleventh 2001--it's easy to lose hope.  Horror can only be overshadowed by an extreme outpouring of bravery and compassion.

"Look for the helpers," I've read and that's where you find the means to pull yourself up out of the depths of despair for humanity and find hope.  The heroes, the regular people doing what they can for a traumatized people.

On September 11, 2001, Gander, Newfoundland and Labrador, along with multiple communities in the region gave refuge to thousands of people from all over the world when American airspace shut down and a large number of planes were forced to land there.

Come From Away, a musical performance, seeks to tell the story of those days when "The Plane People" were here, awaiting permission to return home.

It succeeds by every measure.

From the first note it is a celebration of who we--Newfoundlanders--are as a people. Set to Newfoundland inspired music, the tales are spun, the poignant stories extracted from the true stories, merged but somehow made bigger while being condensed. These are nobody's stories and everybody's stories. The plane people shared theirs, the surrounding residents told of their experiences and they set the entire damned thing to music. And it's brilliant.

There is love, hate, fear, anger, racism, homophobia, feminism and a dogged determination on behalf of the locals to just fix this, to make it better, to ensure that all are taken care of, both human and animal.

It is such a fascinating thing to see your people through the eyes of others.

It is eye-opening to note that what to you is perfectly normal, is in fact perfectly remarkable.

"Go steal everybody's grill," the mayor of Appleton advises one CFA (Come From Away) when they decide to cook up the excess food and have a community gathering in Gander for residents and plane people. "They're gonna shoot me," he thinks. But of course, if you need all the barbecues in the town to use for a big town event, what community of Newfoundland wouldn't offer theirs up to whoever came knocking on the door? None. Ours in on the back porch...we'd help load it on the truck.  That's what you do. Here. It's Normal.

Apparently that's not normal in the big world and as such, normal is probably not something we should strive for.  There is nothing wrong with us. There is something wrong with "normal."

Normal is taking the plane people for a drink at the legion or a stop at the Tim Horton's or giving the RCMP the go ahead to clear the shelves of the Shoppers Drug Mart of whatever is needed in a state of emergency.   You know, ordinary things.  In other places you hear of looting during a State of Emergency, in Gander there was permission to loot.

I recall asking my daughter a few weeks into her new school here in Lewisporte about how it was going and what noticeable differences she had discovered between this school and her previous, fantastic school, in Ontario.

"Well," she said, "in that school, if I need a pencil and I told the teacher, somebody in my class would offer me a pencil. Here, if I needed a pencil, everybody would offer me a pencil."

And indeed I've seen it for myself.  When the Syrian crisis was at the forefront of the news and the government committed to bringing twenty five thousand people to Canada, this region offered to take ten families. They're all not here yet but some are. And some of those new Canadians were at the show last night. They enjoyed it very much and feel very proud to be new Newfoundlanders.

We, in this province, have a family dynamic going on. We row among ourselves, get right upstrapless at times, but when the chips are down we stick together, we celebrate together and we dare anyone come out against one of us because we'll all have that person's back. Loudly and soundly. We are family, a great big loving, giving, passionate family.

And we will pull together for the common good, every single person offering for everything they require. Put out a call and you will receive, if somebody is in need. Whether it be a pencil or seven thousand beds, they'll be provided immediately.

That's us.

And the show? Well I started weeping around the time they hit the second note. I started stomping my feet at the first. I laughed, cried, was shocked, was proud (over and over and over) and as the energy in the room built, the energy on stage grew. I probably wept most at the celebration of the social issues that were covered and was delighted that the entire place erupted in joy or sadness at those junctures as well.  I probably laughed loudest at the line, "Hi, I'm your Walmart greeter, would you like to come to my house for a shower?"

I walked out feeling blessed and grateful and thoroughly entertained. Blessed to be here. Grateful for all who brought the show to us and thoroughly entertained because that was a rock solid, energetic and absolutely incredible performance.

And after a run in Toronto, it's going to Broadway in February.

Broadway is lucky to have them.



















Friday, September 23, 2016

A Heartwarming Welcome to Canada

Some things are worth missing sleep for. Recently I drove to Gander and witnessed what Talal calls his "Miracle." After years of uncertainty after leaving their home country he is here now in Canada, along with his family, as permanent residents. I first became familiar with this family when a letter Talal wrote to the Prime Minister was read to GRO. We pledged at that time to do all we could to get the family to Gander and now that pledge has been fulfilled. It has been a pleasure getting to know Talal through Facebook this past year and we all look forward to getting to know the entire family now that they've arrived. I made this video of the arrival. Please excuse the amateur camera work. I don't use the video setting on my camera very often. < < <

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Stories by a Cove Garden Girl

How winding the road is that takes you along in life. And yes the road is the driver and you are the passenger because you really have no control over outcomes, you only have control over your enjoyment level.

I've been distracted. For years.  I've found my way back however.  There are things to be written that have filled my brain while I spent (wasted?) my time doing other things.

I've found my way back and I've been working on some podcasts. Here is the first one..just a practice but something to share as I move back into my writing life. Stories by a Cove Garden Girl (That's me) will be some short stories about women in the history of Newfoundland. You'll note I never name the woman in this story. That's because I wanted her to be any woman or every woman. Most of the women of the time disappeared, a marker, a side bar on the life of the man. My goal is to make some of them breathe again. Perhaps this story is an attempt to make all of them breathe again.